| Calm yourself, fighters, calm down
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| Do you rip up dollar bills when no one’s around?
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| Swore the semi-century would suffer no hunger of sound
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| Fill the slots use and abuse
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| Sand down your throat just to choke on your food
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| Can’t you find the balance between chewing me out and getting chewed?
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| If all my friends wanna cut me into bits
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| They should throw me on the skillet
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| Make a dinner out of what they get
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| When they’re done they can flush me with the shit
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| It’ll be the same as always, i can’t see any difference
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| Summer of infection, pus and sweat in my eyes
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| Everyone avoids me and it’s no real surprise
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| Catch em during mealtimes hunting lessers that scurry right by
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| And who am i to skewer in song?
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| Teeth and claws like predators, meat in their gums
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| Wanna eat a balanced diet, wanna hear they’ve done no wrong
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| All my friends wanna cut me into bits
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| They should throw me on the skillet
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| Make a dinner out of what they get
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| When they’re done they can flush me with the shit
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| It’ll be the same as always, i can’t see any difference
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| Get out the knife, butcher me to bits
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| Oil me up i’m ready for the fire pit
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| When it’s done wash it down with all that sweat
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| Your friendless friend digested then it’s over with
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| It’s over with |